A/N: I return and bring with me the beginning of the end of Blues and Greens. From my current plan for the story, there is going to be another four chapters of this story and then…death will come at the hands of the devil himself…

Chapter 6

A Burning Wasteland

"Hi what's your name? I'm Blossom"

"Buttercup"

"And I'm Bubbles!"

"Go away please…Do not look at me"

The young Blossom Ultonium frowned as she looked at the hunched figure before her, crouched down with it back towards her and her sisters. She had completely forgotten about the unrelenting hail of ice cold rain as it poured down from the pitch black sky, forcing her large bow to bend and fall against the back of her long hair. She could sense her sisters standing motionless beside her as they ran stared towards the figure that had proven to be their savior seconds before.

"But we just wanted to thank you for saving us from those green gangsters back there" She said, smiling the warmest possible smile that she could when every inch of her body was bathed in icy water.

"Yer that was amazing with the trash can lid!" her sister, Buttercup yelled. "It was all WOOSH, BANG, SPLASH, BAM, BOOM!" With every sound affect that the young girl shouted out, she sung her arms around and cheered to emphasize them, her green eyes glowing slightly in her excitement as she acted out the motion of the slaughter of the gangster's moments before. She glanced back as Bubbles cheered that he rocked and grinned before turning back to the figure, expecting some sort of amusement or pride form her obvious approval.

"No please, I dernt not listen" Buttercup smile faded as she saw the figure shift in its position for a second, revealing two sorrow filled pink eyes staring out towards the three girls, trailing down to the ground as if the figure could not hold gaze with them. "For I have been lashed by harsh tongues for too long…" The voice was deep and depressed as he looked back up towards them "Alas my little ones, I do not rock. For I Jojo am…a monster"

As if to emphasize his point, the sky above was filled with a bright flash that illuminated the dark alley, casting the inside of the drenched box into light and casting the dark face of what resembled a overgrown, green skinned monkey into light and showing a harsh, dirty paper bag to by lying across its head. The figure inside was not human that was for sure and yet, the three girls before them merely smiled and laughed slightly.

"You're not a monster" Blossom grinned as she held out an arm towards him "Monsters are evil"

"Yer" Buttercup grinned "and anyone who would save us like you is so not a monster"

"You're no monster mister" Bubbles smiled from behind, folding her arms behind her back in what was quickly becoming her trade mark cuteness "You're just really dirty"

"Please!" The voice called out from the dark box, a slight trace of desperation filling his voice "I know you are just trying to make me feel better….But my pain…is not for you to understand. Besides how could you? For you are pure and innocent and most certainly loved…" The deep voice seemed to stubble slightly as the figure saw the three girls look at each other sadly before their multi-colored eyes fell to the sky, still stood in the sea of falling rain "How could you know what it is to be cast out into a world that only offers misery? How could you know what it is like for people to fear and despise for the very things that make you special? Because you don't fit in? Because you are….A FREAK!"

As he bellowed out the last word, the figure tore its self free from the box and tore the paper bag from its head and revealing a massive, pulsating brain as another explosion of light filled the air. It was a show of rage that would have simply terrified anyone who saw it as the monkey snarled at them, his eyes staring down at the three girls. However, the three girls simply remained motionless, not so much as flinching as they looked up solemnly at him, looking into his eyes rather than actually looking at the brain that shivered against the ice cold rain. They were silent as the sound of lightning died around them into the deep silence again…

"Because…We're freaks too…"

Blossom sighed as she looked back to the ground before the three sisters slowly lifted into the air, drifting into as if attached to invisible wires and leaving the surprised monkey below to stare up to them in confusion.

"You have amazing powers!" he yelled up towards them, holding his arms out in excitement

"No their terrible!"

"I bet everyone hates them"

"Yer"

"And they hate you too"

"….yes…"

There was a moment of silence as Jojo turned and begun making his way towards the cardboard box, tears filling his eyes and mixing with the rain as he vanished into dark filled box.

"I am in the same boat" He whispered "This brain is full of ideas. But will anyone listen? No. Nothing in this brain matters….so what's the point?"

The three girls sighed as they drifted back down towards the earth again and gathered around the box again, glancing towards the figure as it folded back in on its self and clutched its knees back up to its chin and fell silent with only the odd faint sobbing the only sound.

"Oh Jojo, don't be sad" Bubbles whispered towards him as they stepped slowly into the box, they had never met the monkey before and knew nothing about him. But they sensed someone going through the exact same thing as they were if not worse and felt they had to comfort him somehow. "Our dad says that sometimes people get angry when they don't understand special or unique"

"If you just give people time they'll start to understand your specialness"

"Yer, you just got to believe in yourself"

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Mojo Jojo sighed as he opened his eyes and looked down at the black wasteland that had once been the 'Welcome to Megaville' sign. He could smell the stench of ash and burnt flesh as he used the tip of his white boots to kick over a small oval shape that had fallen near where he stood, his hairy lips curling back to reveal his fang like teeth as her saw the sign of 'please do not leave baggage by the sign' emblazoned in what had once been deep yellow paint.

The Powerpuff Girls had fallen in to his trap for greater than he had expected. They hadn't even scanned the area with their x-ray vision or even their heat vision to scan the area before landing, before walking right up to what may well have been their deaths.

Was the human they had captured so important to them?

Mojo scratched his chin absent mindedly as he walked, his eyes flicking between the black and scorched grass to the large pockets of fire that still reached up and burned into the night sky. His deep purple cap blew around him against the strong wind, wrapping around his body as it blew in from behind and seemed to drape him in a sinister rope.

All around him he could make out the shapes of men as they searched through the burning ruins, pulling any scrap metal that could be used for his machine free and placing them into a large truck that they had driven across the dirt road towards the ash covered plains. They called and shouted at one another to help them or to bring the fire extinguisher to where ever they needed it. Mojo wished he could have brought his Handling Machine with them but Princess had shown a somewhat uncharacteristically desire to remain discrete in his operation there, a strange request considering they had just blown up a major landmark that could be seen by nearly the whole of the super city.

"Hey, monkey freak! You might want to come and look at this!"

Mojo frowned in annoyance as he turned around to see Butcher standing atop of a large pile of burning metal which he could only guess had once been the 'E' in 'MEGAVILLE', waving at him in as much of a sarcastic method as the crime lord could possible manage. The mutated monkey sighed heavily as he looked up towards the night sky as he watched the dark swirls of clouds as they seemed to dance around each other above him, blending in an out with the large columns of smoke that still rose from the various fires that burned around him.

"Are you deaf? I said to come here!"

"Curses…" Mojo sighed as he turned and begun making his way towards where Butcher stood, clenching his fist as he tried to bite back a reply. He could still feel the angered wrath of the flames around him as they reached outwards from the massive piles of ash and twisted metal as he made his way through the an empire of destruction that he himself had caused.

Why had he done so?

For revenge against three woman who had committed some great insult against him when they were children that he couldn't even remember them committing? Was that really what his life had become about?

"Look who we managed to find for you"

Mojo blinked in confusion as he looked at Butcher, having never realized that he had walked across to him whilst he had been thinking. He looked around him before noticing that Butcher was pointing down towards the large crater that he stood on.

Judging from the depth and area of the crater, Mojo came to the conclusion that it was the place that the bomb had originally exploded, though he had to admit that the fact that there was a large column of smoke rising from the centre also helped him to come to this conclusion. Massive piles of twisted metal had been thrown across the surrounding area, each still glowing a dull red as if to show the sheer destructive power that had been behind the explosion of Anti-X. He had spent years searching for a way to supply himself with any Anti-X, always plotting a way of slipping it onto the girls whilst they slept or worked on stopping some great crime, that had been why he had lived like a tramp as he had, it was the only way to be near them without being discovered. Obviously Princess had had no trouble in acquiring some from one of her family companies' labs. Anti-X was not a common substance, even hard to find than Chemical X and its whole substance was incredibly unstable, a single spark or increase in heat would cause it to catch light and explode with spectacular force, spraying out a chemical that would prove 100% fatal to anything and anyone, especially those who had Chemical X infused into them. Its chemical substance erupted into an unusual chemical reaction should it come into contact with Chemical X that caused both chemicals to break apart as the electrical currents that kept the atoms within them together to cut out and die, effectively causing the X infused being to disintegrate as their body was blasted into atoms.

A/N: I just made all of that up whilst I was writing this

Of course Mojo hadn't wanted the Powerpuff Girls to die just yet and so he had changed the chemical readout of the Anti-X bomb and had added a small amount of Chemical X to it in order to make it less lethal. It would have still had the power to tear apart the body of anyone caught nearby it but it would not kill any X infused life forms, just knock them unconscious for a while and leave them with a severe headache when they came round. It would also however remove their powers for a time and thus rendering the great Powerpuff Girls harmless.

The proof in that was right in front of him as he followed Butcher's gaze down to where a pair of his men were pulling the motionless form of a woman out from the burning metal, their skin blistered and roar where they had come into contact with the spilt Anti-X that still littered the area. His eyes narrowed as he tried to make out any features on the woman, searching past the thick black ash and blackness that covered her and her ruined clothes, hiding any features save for the long hair that hung beside her, the black ash seeming to pulsate against the flickering flames as they cast their light against the reddish/orange hair that had still somehow managed to keep its color. That was all the identification he needed as he looked down at her, his hairy snout twitching slightly as it caught the faint smell of burned flesh.

"Hi what's your name? I'm Blossom"

Mojo started as he felt the voice run through his mind, strained and twisted by time as it somehow tore its way from his subconscious. The monkey looked around him as he searched for the source even though he knew where it had come from, his gloved hands reaching up to rest against his brain casual to ensure that it hadn't fallen off or been tampered with. Where had that thought come from?

He remembered when he had heard it, a night that he had practically forced himself to remember, even after all the years and trials that he had put himself through since. It had been the night that he had first met the Powerpuff Girls, back when they were just three girls with superpowers that the worlds feared and hated because an extreme game of tag had caused untold thousands of pounds worth of to the city around them and they had come to believe that he was the only person who understood them. Of course he had just been using them in his first ever attempt to take over the world but it had failed and he had cemented himself as their greatest enemy. But for the time that they had spent together, the Powerpuff Girls had trusted him without question, they had accepted his monasteries appearance without any fear and had helped him with a plan they knew nothing about. It had been the only time that he had ever been accepted by anyone who didn't want to use him or didn't need him for something, the only time he had ever been accepted simply for the sake of being friends with him.

And was this how he repaid the Powerpuff Girls for that love?

True he had repaid them the same way years before with his constant attacks against Townsville and the rest of the world, his massive robots tearing into the city day and night as he hatched insane plan after insane plan to take over the world, plans that ranged from sticking the girls onto a massive role of flypaper to turning the entire world's population into dogs. All plans had failed and resulted in the same way, with him getting beaten up and thrown into prison.

But not this time…This time he had emerged victorious and the Powerpuff Girls were defeated. So why did he fell so un-fulfilled?

"Hey, I got another one over here!"

Butcher laughed as he watched a second woman being dragged out from behind a shattered pillar of metal, his horrifically scared eyebrow raising slightly as he recognized the clothes, the faint tinge of green seeming to glow through the black ash.

"Gotta say I'm impressed monkey" he chuckled, subconsciously scratching at his scar as he looked back at the large cuts that ran along Buttercup's face where a chunk of burning shrapnel must have struck against her. "I've heard of people trying everything to kill the great Powerpuff Girls, from throwing them into boiling acid to throwing big rocks at them. But you're the first one to have actually damaged them like this"

"Maybe not since they came here" Mojo sighed, blowing out through his nose heavily as he tried to clear it of the stench of ash and burnt meat "Back in Townsville however, they used to get pretty beat up a lot. All us villains managed to have a least one time where we had them beaten, even the Ameba Boys had them once…don't remember how, they were idiots. But they always managed to pull though their injury's just in time to beat us in some spectacular fashion. The only one of us they really feared was…"

"Who?" Butcher asked irritated as he Mojo trailed off before finishing his sentence "Who was it that the girls feared?"

"Nothing that you need know about because I do not wish to talk about it and thus I will not" was all the monkey said, slipping into his annoying habit of repeating himself as he turned and begun walking towards the large armored truck that had been driven up along the outer perimeter of the burning wasteland.

Mojo cursed gently under his breath as he saw a couple of men shout towards one another to open the large compartment at the rear of the truck as they carried over the two broken bodies. He could make out the forms of the second group of ragged men cheering to themselves as they heaved over the shattered skeleton of a tree from where they had found the third of the Powerpuff Girls, Bubbles. She must have been thrown backwards by the strength of the blast that had blown her sister into their current broken state. She was heavily cut and bruised but already Mojo could make out the thick sight of scabs forming across them as her Chemical-X infused blood begun to clot as it felt the cold touch of the air around them, forming the last line of defense that the girls had against injury.

He would have to watch her; she hadn't been put under the full affect of the Anti-X blast…

"Oh shit!"

A couple of men yelled as they swung their guns around and unleashed a hail of bullets into the forest around them, the flashes of their machine gun muzzles illuminating the trees with second long shadows which warped and shifted across the dark floor, sending a hail of clicking and snarling as animals were thrown into flight by the sudden burst of noise and small yellow eyes retracted into the night, vanishing without a sign.

"Calm down you cowards!" Butcher yelled as he ran up to them, forcefully snatching the guns from their hands and slamming the butt against the heads, sending the already terrified men to the ground with grunts of pain. "We are trying to pull a stealth operation here! How the hell are we meant to do that when you idiots are going around shooting everything that moves in the woods?"

"But sir" One of the unlucky men cried out as he backed away, holding onto his head as he tried to hold back the stream of blood that was pouring from where Butcher had struck him. "We saw someone out there! Some guy with a suitcase was looking right at us when the trucks headlights passed over him, staring at us like he could see right through us!"

Butcher frowned as he leveled the gun he had taken and scanned the area around them, his scarred face bending harshly into a frown as he searched for movement. He could make out faint shifts of movement in the darkness around him, too big to be insects and too slender to be other animals yellow eyes seeming to look at him whenever he turned to face the other direction and vanishing whenever he looked at them. He couldn't tell why, but he could tell that there was something wrong…and that they should not remain there.

"Get the hostages into the truck and get ready to move out" He said as be backed up, his eyes searching every inch of the night covered wood.

"But what about Mojo's metal sir?"

"Forget about it! If our operation's been compromised then I don't want to hang around. We've been here for far too long anyway"

His men didn't need telling twice as they turned and begun hurling the broken bodies of the Powerpuff Girls into the truck, those that weren't directly carrying them drawing their weapons and scanning across the woods, searching for the treat that they could sense and at the same time not register to exist.

As the last of the girls were placed into the truck, the various men whispered among themselves as they climbed into the front or clung onto the sides, allowing Mojo to climb into the passenger's seat as Butcher begun to drive it backwards, pulling it onto the large path and driving away at a speed far greater than necessary, as if something was telling him to get away from the darkness that was seeping into the wasteland behind them as the fires seemed to flicker and die.

A/N: And there was a completely unintentional cameo from the final villains of my series. They are going to appear in the final 'chronological' story and so you can expect more from them later one. PM me if you have any idea what they are